:Restraint:
Summary: Stefan and Bonnie have been dating for three years and they're both surprised that they lasted this long. It's not because they secretly hate each other or they find each other annoying, no, no, it's simply because they have to practice restraint.
(Written Sept. 2014)
:HER:
Stefan Salvatore and I, Bonnie Bennett, have been dating for three years now, and honestly, I'm surprised that I've lasted this long. No, it's not because I don't love him or that I find him annoying (although I do on certain days), it's because Stefan wants to wait until marriage for sex. Yes. We have to practice abstinence.
When we first started dating, the discussion of sex never popped up which was normal-ish, but after our one year anniversary, I figured that I'll give him a little…something, and let's just say I was a mixture of embarrassed and shocked when he said: "I want to wait until I'm married to have sex." (Was it weird that I was turned on by that?) I, of course, stuttered like a fool until I came up with: "Oh. We'll wait if that's what you want." And ever since then, my relationship with Stefan had changed.
You see, let me describe Stefan Salvatore for you starting from top to bottom: Soft, longish dirty blonde hair with a David Beckham 2015 inspired cut, gorgeous grey-green eyes, pointy-ish nose. Soft. Very soft lips. Large chest and arms with a palm-sized tattoo of a rose on his left shoulder. Cascading down his body we have his greatly defined six-pack abs, his apprentice (to which I haven't seen but in the briefs he wears my oh my lawd, I hope that I could convince him to let me play down there or at least have a peek), his chicken legs (he hates it when I say that), and his rather large feet. Now just picture all that in your mind and you can't have sex with it, it's torture, but I do it anyway because I love him and with love comes sacrifice (I'm sure that this isn't the first time you've heard that).
Oh, and did I mention that we live together? After our two-year mark, Stefan gave me a key and told me to move in, to which I gladly did the very next day and we've lived together ever since. We have our fights and times when I told him to sleep on the couch (to which he didn't listen), but that's all normal.
Speaking of Stefan, I think he's home from work now.
"Babe?!"
"I'm in the room!"
He stomps up the stairs while I look in the mirror some making sure that my curls are nice and controlled and quickly get back on the bed and turn the TV on before he made it in. Stefan stops at the threshold to smile at me, his girlfriend then walks over to kiss me.
"You look beautiful."
"You say that every day."
"That's because I mean it every day."
I give him another kiss and watches as he loosens his tie and takes off his watch setting it on the dresser that holds the TV. I find it somewhat odd that I feel like a married housewife, watching my husband unwind from a long day at the office while I'm just relaxed and content watching reality TV. He joins me on the bed after disappearing into the closet and reappearing with new clothes and wraps me in the comfort of his arms.
"What did you do today?" Stefan asked.
"Let's see, I had my morning run, then I ate breakfast and took a shower, then went to class and after I had lunch with Evan-"
"Ugh."
I chuckled. "We're just friends."
"You might think that you're just friends,"
"Stefan you're being ridiculous."
For some reason Stefan just hates me having a male friend. He's the only true male friend that I have and we've been friends forever, but still, they can't seem to get along. Evan had tried to befriend him and he even backed off from me for a month, but Stefan is still stubborn. I think it's because he thinks that we were more than just friends at one point in time, which isn't true, and I've tried to convince him of that, but he will not buy it.
"Tell me one reason why you don't like him."
"Well let's see, for starters, the man looks at your ass every chance he gets."
"Well he's a guy it's only natural."
"Not with friends, Bonnie. Not with friends. You don't see me looking at Elena's ass do you?"
"Well, it was that one time,"
"Alright, fine, I'll give you that, but that was only once."
I could only shake my head. "Well after lunch with he-who-shall-not-be-named, I got back here and waited patiently for you, my loving boyfriend who loves me so much that will agree to have Evan over for dinner tonight as our guest."
"Nice try,"
"Please, Stefan? It's important to me that you both get along."
"Why?"
"Because you're my loving boyfriend who loves me so much that will agree to have Evan over for dinner tonight as our guest, and Evan is my loving friend who has agreed to make an effort to be your friend."
He let out a breath, "Bonnie, Bonnie, Bonnie, what am I going to do with you?"
"Is that a yes?"
"He has three strikes."
"Yes, daddy."
I leaned for a kiss then pulled away, but Stefan pulled me back in saying something like he deserved more for agreeing to dinner.
Now, this is where we both have to practice self-control because kissing could be all cute and sweet but once there's a change of gear before you know it you're in need of an underwear change and you're feeling your man's weight on top of you, much like my situation now.
I tried to stop my leg from wrapping around his waist but it grew a mind of its own and pulled his body closer to mine. We both delighted in the feel and his lips move to my chest placing kisses there before returning back to my lips.
"We should stop." He says and yet continues to kiss me digging his hands up my shirt.
We continue for about minute longer before we pull away and he rests his head on my heart.
"It gets harder every day… Pun intended."
I laughed. "Let's get married tomorrow."
"I'll get the courthouse on the phone and tell them to save us a slot."
I think we've had this same exchange of words about twenty times now and even though I know we're joking I'm just waiting for the day when he actually gets up to make the call. He looks up at me and kisses me again and I stop myself from moaning (knowing that it turns him on) when I feel a poking on my thigh.
We trade spots and my shirt comes off and our lips meet again.
"I want you, Bonnie." He nearly growled.
"Morals, Stefan. Morals." This isn't my first time saying this and I'm not sure who exactly I'm trying to remind.
I kiss up his neck and his hands grab my ass and we both cry out as he moves me along him. The thing about dry humping is that it's as close and just as far that you could get from the real thing. Jeans against jeans, pelvis rocking against pelvis it's like a beautiful nightmare.
"Maybe…" I struggle against his lips, "maybe we can… try something new?"
"Mm, like what?"
"Strip a little more,"
Before he could respond, I lift the shirt up from his skin and quickly undo his pants and just as he opens his mouth again, I'm sure to protest, I take my pants off and do a little turn. I watch his eyes watch my body then climb back on his lap after he quickly pulls his pants down. I met our lips and we kissed roughly before I started moving again causing me to break out in a sweat. Various curse words and grunts spilled from his mouth and I couldn't help myself by letting things like his name and moans spill from my mouth. Before he (and I) came, he moved me off and finished off in the connected bathroom I'm guessing so he wouldn't stain the sheets. Times like these I wish I was a boy so I could finish off that easily too.
He returns shortly, and steps out of the pants that are pooled around his ankles then joins me again on the bed. "Holy hot damn."
"Let's get married tomorrow."
After showers, we start to get ready for dinner. I try to not act too panicked about not finding the dress that I want to wear because I know that Stefan would question why I care so much about what I wear around Evan. Luckily, before he caught on, I found my black dress and slipped it on.
"What the hell are you doing in that?"
"I can't wear this?"
"It's far too short," Stefan bends his knees and pulls the dress up my body, "raise your arms...for a dinner with a friend."
"Then what do you want me to wear?"
I regret asking this question seeing the smile that came on his face before he disappeared in the closet. He came back with jeans and a casual top but I traded the simple tee for something more dressy.
"Happy?"
"Very."
The doorbell rung and I started downstairs and Stefan wasn't too far behind. We greet each other with a hug and I pull away pretty soon before Stefan could count that as strike one.
"Stefan, you remember Evan,"
"What's up?"
"Nothing much. Thank you for having me."
"Well, Bonnie said she wanted us to connect-"
"And whatever the beautiful woman says you have no choice but to do it, trust me, I get it."
I take everyone back to the kitchen and Stefan whispered "Strike one," in my ear then walked ahead of me to pull my chair out.
Dinner is…good for the most part. Evan earned his second strike by covering my hand with his as he was telling a story causing Stefan to clear his throat and scratch his cheek with two fingers. I figured that he was just going be have two strikes in which I could've convinced Stefan to give him another shot, but when it was time to leave he kissed my cheek and told me that he loved me as he looked into my eyes and once the door was closed;
"Strike three. He's out."
"Stef,"
"I told you, I said that he had three chances and the fucker pushed his luck each and every time. He's now banned." Stefan turned and walked up the stairs while I stood there shocked at what he just told me.
"Banned?" I followed after him, "Stefan, you can't ban my friendship."
"What friendship? It's one-sided that's not a friendship. If I wasn't here, he would've tried to get in your pants."
"Stop being so dramatic. You can't ban my friendship, you're not my husband."
"But I am your boyfriend so it's either me or him."
"Stefan, you can't be serious right now."
"What's it gonna be, Bonnie?"
"I seriously just want to strangle your head off sometimes because you piss me off!"
Stefan lifts me and sits me on the dresser, "Listen, babe, you know I wouldn't be saying this unless I'm certain that something is up. He looks at you more than just a friend and I don't want to deal with him because if he tries something, I will kick his ass."
He stared into my eyes as he said that and I don't think I've been more turned on by a threat in my life. I purr in his ear and rub our heads together before meeting his lips.
"I choose you."
He smiled then met our lips again and pulled me in for a hug before things got too heated. One heated session a day is all we can take if we want to remain how we are.
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The next day, I meet up with my bestie Elena Gilbert to tell her about the recent events.
"I can't believe he actually banned Evan."
"Right, it's crazy."
"But you chose Stefan, right?"
"Of course I chose Stefan, I mean I think I can always convince him to lift the ban after some time."
Elena nodded, "But Stefan did have his reasons as to why he banned him, I mean, if Evan really did all three things that you said, I would've banned him too." I chuckled.
Elena did have a point but that would be thirteen years of friendship thrown away and I'm not sure if I can do that. I'll humor Stefan with this 'ban' thing for a while, but I'm hoping that he'll see that he was wrong and that he had nothing to worry about in the end.
After lunch, I decide to surprise Stefan on the job. His boss loves me mainly because the first time he saw me I was bending over, but still, at least I wouldn't get Stefan in trouble for the little drop by.
"Guess who." I covered his eyes with my hands.
"Miranda?"
"Ah, so close, but you got someone better," I said spinning his chair around.
"To what do I owe this pleasure?"
"I just wanted to see you, that's all." I kiss him. "What are you working on?"
"Just filling out my timesheet for now." He says as I take a seat on his lap and his arm inches around my hip.
"Ugh, bore. Why couldn't you be a superhero or something?"
He chuckled. "I thought I was your superhero?"
"You're my hero, you don't get the "super" part until I see you fly or gravitate something."
"You're something else, Bon."
I shrug. "I'll let you get back to your normal person stuff and I'll see you at home."
"What are you cooking me?"
"For an entree, a salad, and the main dish will be either lasagna or pizza depending on how long I nap…"
"And for dessert?"
"Dessert," I wiggle my finger down the buttons of his dress shirt, "for dessert, you can have my lips."
"Not sure if I had that before, can I get a sample?"
I smile before eliminating the space between us. His hand moved to the side of my face and we pull away before it got too far. He placed a quick kiss on my lips before I get up to make my exit. I run into Stefan's boss, Mr. P, as he likes me to call him, and we chat for some time before I make an excuse to leave knowing that he would've kept me there till four.
